A/N: Chapter three! I have up to chapter 5 completely written just unedited. If I can get this edited, that will be two more chapters for you to read! Sorry for them being so short. It's rather weird for me since I enjoy 8000 worded chapters. Maybe later on. I just feel really excited about posting this since I have been wanting to put this down into words for so long! It's an AU I made and is original and I feel rather proud of it!

Another boring chapter. I'm sorry. I apologize. A lot. It does get better I promise and it should be within the next three? That would be nice. Let's see who actually sticks until then. So, that being said, enjoy this chapter! Sadly, exhaustion is pulling me away but I am determined to fight it off to hopefully try for one more chapter. Hopefully!

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Chapter 3: Restrained

The second I walked into the office, I was met with the exact image that man made for me. The only difference was that he wasn't as obese as I thought he would be.

He was standing besides my desk in that mood the man said he would be in. His nose was tilted up and he was looking down at me. His black brolly was beside him as he leaned on it. He was attempting to make me succumb to him.

Sorry, mate. I was a captain in the bloody army. I don't think you are worse than those in that profession.

I observed him for a moment, taking his figure in. He wasn't obese at all. He was actually within a healthy weight from what I can see. His suit was tailored from the looks of it. His hair was styled and eyes pierced mine with a light grey colour. His face was a little unappetizing with the scrutiny written all over it like it was a book.

Seconds passed and his pose didn't change at all. He still remained as posh and agitating as he looked the minute I opened this door.

The exact image as his brother gave me.

First name that came to mind? A pain in the arse. Or prick. Or something I would probably hate if I hadn't been briefed that he had a severe brother complex.

"Hello," I greeted, shutting the door behind me. I continued to stand at the door, not wanting to get close to the man. His stiff air was almost constricting. It almost seemed like if I were to get closer to him I wouldn't be able to breathe. I almost pitied the injured man for having this man as his brother. Harry was never as protective as this git.

Then again, she wasn't the exact version of an ideal sister, not that I am complaining I suppose.

"Hello Doctor Watson." He nodded in my direction and motioned for me to sit at my desk. Great.

Not wanting to be rude, I sat in my chair. It was cold and stiff, like the man in front of me. The man in question then proceeds to move until he was in front of my desk. His hands never touched my little items on my desk, fingers remaining stilled on the handle of his brolly. He was much taller than me now that I was sitting down. Ah, the intimidation trick his brother warned me of. Right. Ignore it. Give him hell. Can do.

The soldier in me already was willing to comply with this request. Bad habits die hard, right?

"You don't have to try that trick on me. I have already spoken to your brother," I almost smirked as his eyes widened ever so slightly before regaining their composure.

"And you seem to have spoken to him without my consent. That's not very wise of you," he spoke lowly. My reaction didn't change though the atmosphere certainly did. It seemed to have dropped 10 degrees. Why didn't he just drop it? I just caught him and he is still trying to use it on me. Really. Now he was just being a prick.

Of course I already got that image to begin with.

"He's old enough to make his own decisions," I countered. "You just don't seem to get that, do you? He is no longer in need of any adult supervision. In fact, when I spoke to him he seemed increasingly annoyed of you getting into all of this. Maybe you should take the hint."

After saying this, I cursed at my quick tongue. Not wise, Watson. You are a doctor. You are not even this patient's friend. You have no right to tell his brother how to be one. I must say, however, I didn't regret it long.

The opulent man's was priceless. Absolutely priceless. The patient was once again correct about his brother's reaction. His face flushed up, though I couldn't compare it to a color like the Iredscence can. They often say one flushes up like a strawberry, but I don't see anything similar. I guess the hue can be similar or the color scheme. To me, all that appeared was a darker shade of gray that doused his cheeks to his ears and down his collar.

I would have laughed if I wasn't in my office where anybody could squeal at my very obvious misconduct in display of dismay for the man that stood like he had the world in his hands to control.

God I hated control freaks.

Within a minute, the color went back to it's normal scheme and the atmosphere seemed to waver. The man pursed his lips, "I'm sure you know why my brother was injured so?"

I rolled my eyes, "Of course. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out Mr...?"

"Holmes. Mycroft Holmes," he responded before narrowing his eyes in what must be an amused expression, "I'd thought you would have gotten the name from Sherlock by this point."

Ah, okay. So the name of the immature adult in the ER room was Sherlock Holmes. Got it. It was nice to finally apply a name to the face in room 221.

"I don't like to get in somebody's business, Mr. Holmes," I shrugged but my voice was stern like a doctor protecting one's confidentiality. In a way, I kind of was I suppose.

"And yet here you are getting into his and my business by telling me to retreat," he smirked as I couldn't think of what to say. He had me there. I had it coming.

Rubbing my face with exhaustion, I peered over my hand at the smug man, "Fine. Touche. What are you doing here Mr. Holmes?" This man was beginning to wear on me. Not in intimidation, but in his attitude. It was rather annoying and childish. Like a rich kid who didn't know what to do with himself so he made the lives others miserable with meddling in their business.

And now he was in mine.

Because I was in his brother's.

I wanted to groan at my luck.

"I just want you to keep everything that is of my brother completely invisible. Away. Burned. I really don't care how you do it. Just do it." There was that intimidating look again.

"And if I don't?" I didn't like him. I didn't like the fact that he was testing me like a child. I hated being thought below others. And this prat is the definition of all that I disliked in all those people. So, naturally, I mindlessly replied in rebellion. I have the army to blame for that. It should have beat it out of me but it only made it worse.

Mycroft neared me. The look changed from minor intimidation to serious in an instant and I found myself tapping my leg in the slightest amount of nervous anxiety. I didn't show it in my face. I met his glare with one of my own. Probably not as strong, but definitely as fixated. I would show him. Not for his child of a brother, but because I really didn't like him and I wanted to prove he couldn't knock me aside like any other Monochrome in this building.

I'm pretty sure now that I think of it that it's my inner army captain speaking. I never was one for taking orders. Well, I suppose now it's coming back to bite me in the arse.

"Did Sherlock ever tell you what kind of power I hold, Doctor Watson?" he spoke with the undertones of power. It was like his voice vibrated to emphasize how much trouble I would be in if I responded incorrectly.

"No, he didn't. He just told me you enjoyed controlling him," I responded briskly. I could feel the hairs along my arms begin to stand on edge.

Mycroft sighed, "He is really full of dramatics, isn't he? No. I'm not some control freak. I'm sure if you were to mention me again to him, he would call me the government."

"Now look who's the dramatic one," I muttered and he paused to glare at me before continuing. I just wanted to laugh, but decided it would break this lovely tense atmosphere. It felt like one of those detective movies. All it was missing was the hanging lamp and completely blacked out room.

"As I was saying," he glared at me again as to make a point. I rose my brow in his direction which probably didn't help my situation, "I am the government. Not just figuratively, but literally. I fail to see the point in explaining such liberal thoughts to you so ask my brother at some point since you both appear to be... pals." He spoke the last word with such distaste that I assumed he didn't have any.

Poor bloke. Everyone deserves a friend. Now, I'm not going to try and be his friend, but somebody should. I wondered for a second if he had found his mate yet. Or, on that rare occasion, if he was one of those who didn't have mates. The Sombres.

Leaning back away from the pitiful man, I let out a slow breath, "I get it, Mr. Holmes. No need to pull off all the stops. I assume that if I mention this to a bloke over lunch you will some how make me non-existent?"

He glared at me and I nodded," Alright. Got it. No need to worry about me, Mr. Holmes. I'm just a simple doctor. Might I also add that I would never risk the confidentiality of patients. I am not permitted to do so so I would never perform such acts of slander. Please understand." I smiled and watched him stiffen before scuttling out of the room.

The black, white, and gray room.

I thought of Sherlock and grinned. Well, I gave him hell. As much hell as I could give without him sending me off to another country or whatever. I could see why he didn't like him too much.

Though, he's probably just being the usual sibling. Rather overprotective if you ask me, but still a sibling. Maybe he's making up for avoiding Sherlock in the past. Maybe he never acted as Sherlock's brother. That is entirely possible, but it isn't my area to judge. I really don't know and I would rather not get into the business of the ever elusive Holmes family. God. It sounds like one big drama.

I felt my mind begin to wander and let out a sigh.

My mind wandered back to the Sombres.

Perhaps the bloke was so angry because he hasn't found his mate. I know a few like that. Don't stray too long because then they get too touchy-feely with the alcohol and all. Perhaps Mycroft is a Sombre? That could make sense I suppose. Maybe.

Sombres are people who might not have a mate. They are rare and no test has ever been done in the science field as to why they exist, but it does occur sometimes. Those people are the hardest to be around. Sombres are one of the most difficult people to talk to or become friends with. They stick to family and only that. They rarely communicate with others and try to make them avoid their being entirely. It's a sad little sub-division in the Monochrome society.

Or, and this is highly doubtful, maybe he is a Discoloured? I don't think he has found his mate so it is unlikely, but you can never tell with people like him.

That's another sub-division in the Monochrome society. Discolours are men and women who had a mate but the said mate died. It can be natural or unnatural. It doesn't matter. This people are like the Sombres, but not quite as unsocial. They are just really... sad people. I could understand why.

When you're a discoloured individual, your color doesn't stay. Instead, the color slowly drains. Gradually, your vision fades back to the Monochrome ways. Black, white, and gray. Most can't cope with it. That's another reason why I avoid the branch where the Sanctuary Zone is located. Right next to it is the Coping Zone. That's where the Discoloured that can't face their fate go to.

It's not the same as insanity. They don't go crazy and attack people. Instead, they go through the common phases that most people in denial or depression fall under. Avoiding people. Rarely eating. Constantly crying but making no sound. It's very depressing and the staff that work there have to make up for that lacking emotion by smiling for them. Also, those said staff can never under any circumstance be of Iridescence, Pastel, or Opalescence. It only makes their situation worse.

Yet another zone I try to avoid. I suppose it's that entire area to be honest. I do it in a way fellow mates won't know of my irregular avoidance of the zones.

Looking at the clip board on my desk, I flipped the papers a few times to peer at all the information for my next patient in the Clinical Zone. Behind him were several others who would come right after he and so on.

It was going to be a long day before I have my chat with Sherlock Holmes. I would have my chat with him.

After all, I still didn't know how he knew I was a captain. He was interesting and different from the usual.

I definitely wasn't going to see him because of the spark. That was not the reason. Because I didn't deserve a mate at all. Not with my past and certainly not with my future.

But friends would be okay I suppose.